All significant truths are private truths. As they become public they cease to become truths; they become facts, or at best, part of the public character; or at worst, catchwords.

not fare well, but fare forward

So I find words I never thought to speak In streets I never thought I should revisit When I left my body on a distant shore.

When forced to work within a strict framework, the imagination is taxed to its utmost and will produce its richest ideas. Given total freedom, the work is likely to sprawl.

History may be servitude. History may be freedom. See, now they vanish. The faces and places, with the self which, as it could, loved them, to become renewed, transfigured, in another pattern.

Oh, do not ask, 'What is it?'/Let us go and make our visit.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?